A story about 35 ghouls for the City Council....

A Nottingham City Transport 28 bus a little lost on Derby Road across from the Savoy Cinema in Lenton but all is not what it seems. It's September 2013 and driver didn't know he was showing the wrong display on a 36 bus. The clue is in the colour. 28s are pink. No one mentioned the wrong display to the driver. He had come all the way from Chilwell without anyone saying a word. It does say 'Victoria Centre'. I couldn't bring myself to tell him, so I just got on like everyone else but only after I took the pic.

This post has been lifted from the City Council website:

📖 Transport tales 📖

Do you enjoy a wild walk to work? 

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We are looking for some keen Nottinghamians to write short blogs (up to 400 words) about their experiences of travel and transport in the city. 

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Here is my tale:

Ghouls like to travel by Nottingham City Transport's Orange 35 buses because it passes so many graveyards. The dead in the cemeteries along its route hate Halloween, especially those who reside in the General Cemetery by Canning Circus, because their corpses have been sucked dry for over 150 years. Dug up by feverish hands, the gravediggers go back year after year to re-bury the dead. Why not get off at Canning Circus and walk through the cemetery to Shakespeare Street and the Victoria Centre, where the 35 terminates, and walk among the leaning tombstones, uneven and sunken graves. What you see is no accident — it is the work of ghouls and the eternal gravediggers who keep them company. Before the coming of the 35 bus Ghouls waited ages for so many buses that some of the dead in our cemeteries were actually left in peace but not any more and it's all thanks to the 35 bus. Not many know that. Take my advice when your time comes and avoid being buried close to the 35 bus route. It is no coincidence that Batman's ancestral home is Wollaton Hall. It is there between Halloweens that Ghouls rest dreaming of feasts to come!

Fallen gravestones and crosses — just two of hundreds you can see along the 35 bus route if you dare to search them out...

This story has been written to entertain and to make a point. Most cemeteries and churchyards are lucky if they get the grass cut. Other maintenance work is minimal. Cemeteries remind us of our own mortality and that as short as we may think our lives are, they are long compared to many who lived just a few decades ago.